Now the water
is at your knees.

I know all too well
how to speak as if
we are strangers.

In my years writing
all I have become
is a **** good liar

I will tell you no truth
but all you want to hear
will fall with sincerity

from silver velvet lips.

So hat someday we will wake
without dressing in armour

so that we will be equal in the eyes
of these goddesses we uphold

so that our sisters, undefeated
have no more scars to compare

so that in the end, by whatever name
we are our own and will remain so

so that the stories of our hands
will write the pages of history

forever.

Of course
we are
all of us
fighters

of course
we each
have our
causes

causes
to which
we must
devote

ourselves
completely
though we
struggle

the force
of our minds
of our hands
unstoppable

we are power
we are change
we are strong
we are strength.

We are well aware
of the cycle of history
the pull of the times
and their grip on our arm

but in immovable force
of endless movement
we run alongside together
differences are our lungs

in unmeasured numbers
we charge as but humanity
and with undeniable battle calls
raise the emblem of our hands

towards what we so believe
resisting the pull of silence.

Leaving bridges in flames
and walls in glorious ruin

I stepped into the open air
tears reaching my collarbone

while sledgehammer and matches
slipped from trembling fingers inside.